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irisblue

(35,801 posts)
Sun Aug 10, 2025, 03:16 PM Aug 10

I am sitting outside on my porch, it is summer

There are kid & grand kids, maybe great grand kids on my mostly very quiet street playing b ball & bike riding around.


One kid ignored his mom's call of his name. His father came out, 1 house West and called his full name.

His full government name. The other adults and I stiffened,. That boy went right home.


🤭


Sometimes I am very aware I got it good

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irisblue

(35,801 posts)
3. I have freaking fantastic neighbors and a damn good life
Sun Aug 10, 2025, 03:37 PM
Aug 10

Not quite 1960s moms on porches but good.


One of my Moms neighbor friends took us kids a gaggle, on neighbor hood walks.

That Mom, bless her, asked the tradesmen about their stuff. I have a deep seated fondness for the telecom guy cuz they got pretty pretty extra wires

erronis

(21,145 posts)
2. I never wanted to hear my parents call me with my full name - it was trouble!
Sun Aug 10, 2025, 03:34 PM
Aug 10

And I knew it was not "good trouble" that I had caused.

How I wish I could hear them call me again........

3Hotdogs

(14,485 posts)
5. Summer. 1950. 8 years old. Softball, until it was so dark, you couldn't see the ball anymore. Then, maybe time to sit
Sun Aug 10, 2025, 06:28 PM
Aug 10

Last edited Sun Aug 10, 2025, 07:57 PM - Edit history (1)

one somebody's porch. Maybe mine.

Or rollerskating until 10 or 11:00 p.m., under the two street lights . And the street itself, the road was smoooooth. No pebbles in tar. You could skate up and down the street without hitting any bump. NOT ONE BUMP. By 11:00 or so, we were out of gas so we went home to rest up for another day at the swimming hole.

August, a couple of times, we were out until 4 a.m. watching the meteor shower. 11, 12 or 13 years old - I don't remember. Talking about which girl was the prettiest, if anyone was going to make the little league all-star game next year. Life in general as it pertained to pre-teen boys.

Girls - they took part in our daytime activities but usually disappeared into their houses after supper. Roller skating, board games, bike riding. They were with us.

We were feral. We were watched out for but the parents were sly about it. We didn't notice them. They were just taking out the garbage or walking the dog. They weren't watching what we were doing.

1957 - Sputnik. The Newark (NJ) Evening News told us we could see it around 7pm. So we were all out at the street corner that had an unobstructed view of the sky. And there it was. Just a dot sailing across the sky.

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